Page 73 of Savoring Addison


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“Good. Then he’ll be awake to see this.” Opening their text chat, she sent several messages in a row. Only a few seconds passed before the three dots appeared. When his response followed shortly thereafter, she smiled.

Greetings from South America

I almost had a panic attack right before takeoff, but Mason got me through it

Flying is fucking glorious. First class is even better than in the movies

P.S. I intend to see the entire world before I die

Glad to hear it, honey.

Now get some sleep. You must be exhausted.

She fired off a quick text to Kate, too, even though it was later in New York. Kate always put her phone on do not disturb when she went to sleep anyway. That time, she put her phone aside without waiting for a reply. She had more important things on the agenda.

“Mason,” she said coyly, walking up behind him as he pulled a cell charger out of his laptop bag.

“Hmm?”

“How many hours has it been since we left the Manor?”

He let out an amused huff. “God, it feels like a thousand.” Calculations flashed through his eyes as he turned around. She knew he was adding up the drive down to Boston, the super involved check-in process at Logan, the long-ass customs line in Chile, and everything else they went through today. “Though I suppose it was closer to twenty-three. Why do you ask?”

“Well,” she said, sliding her body up against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. “It occurs to me that I’ve wanted you to fuck me for the last twenty-three hours. And I hoped that, now we’re finally here, you can do something about it.”

“Hmm,” Mason said again, looking down at her with a wicked glint in his eyes. “You’re telling me you had twenty-three hours to find a way to seduce me in public, and you failed?” He made a disappointed tutting sound as he reached between them, unbuckling his belt. “I expected better of you.”

Liquid heat pooled between her thighs. Fucking finally. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“Not yet,” he said, a dark promise in his words. “But you will be.” He pulled his belt free of his beltloops with a soft swish. “I’m a firm believer that the punishment should fit the crime. So I think you’ve earned twenty-three lashes—one for each hour of your failure.”

God, it was hard to keep a smile off her face. “Whatever you command, Master.”

“Strip,” Mason ordered, an adorably superior look on his face. He was having fun with this too, and that made her deliriously happy. “Then bend forward with your hands on that windowsill.”

Eager to get started, she followed his directions as quickly and succinctly as she could. Though she still folded her clothes, stacking them neatly on a chair the way he liked it. He could get peevish when things got messy. Even on the rare occasions he created the mess himself.

Body completely bare, she moved over to the window, bending at the waist to brace her hands on the low windowsill. “What if someone sees?” she said, eyes wide as she looked out over the city.

“We’re on the fourteenth floor,” he pointed out, moving into place behind her and slightly to the left.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “We’re surrounded by skyscrapers. Anyone could be looking at me right now.”

“It’s two in the morning. Which means no children should be awake. As I recall, that was your only objection to being on display.” Smug satisfaction dripped from every word. “I suppose anyone else who happens to look at this specific window will see a very naughty girl getting her ass painted red by her Master’s belt.”

She pressed her thighs together, trying to relieve the aching throb of her pussy. Before she made any progress, Mason forced a hand between her legs, prying them apart.

“Keep your legs spread wide. I want to see how much wetter you get with each stroke.”

Addison whimpered. “Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.”

God, even that made her pussy wet as a fucking river.

“Now let’s begin. There will be no need to count.”

He brought the belt down across her ass with enough force to drive the air from her lungs.

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